Paul C. Maybury Jr.

The Eye As Fulfilment Of A Ray Of Light - Poem by Paul C. Maybury Jr.

Until the universe is still and dead, If ever it lived as it is said, The nested movements among the curls, Smaller than the eye reveals, (Tracked on plates as mystic whorls, Tracks to follow to other reals-) From out these nests there do explodeParts that seek a straighter road.Yet doomed to follow Albert’s way, And reefs of atoms light waves sway.Most ‘scape and fly a universe away, Some strike and rebound, changed but still away, Some by eyes are bound.These are called the Day.